Life's Brief Candle

To-morrow , and to-morrow , and to-morrow ,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day ,

To the last syllable of recorded time ,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools ,

The way to dusty death out! out! brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow , a poor player ,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage ,

And then it is heard no more , It is a tale ,

Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury ,

Signifying nothing .

The poem in which William Shakespeare wrote about Macbeth , telling the world that life is but so meaningless . So empty . Not worth the effort we place .

Is it really that way ?

Do we treat life like it is nothing to us ? Do we take for granted the gift given to us by God ? Do we take it lightly ?

No.

We respect the living . We revere the dead . We understand the living . We know the dead . We want to live . And we do not want to die .

In this poem , life is like a candle . As easy as it is to be lighted , it is easy to be extinguished . As brief as it is , it is able to supply us light . As brief as our life might be , life SHOULD NOT be regarded as a candle . Why ? Because life is like a book . When life starts , the prologue starts . When death approaches , the epilogue emerges . And when we are finally dead , we are remembered , for good or for evil . Isn't that a book ? Once we have read the contents , we remember . We recall . Unlike a candle , in which once we use it , it is forgotten , a book is never truly forgotten . True , we do not recall the whole plot , but we do manage to conjure a image which somewhat allows us to reminisce upon the story which we read . That is life .

And that is why , as brief as life is , it is a book . Never a candle .

HD